This is a song about "Menage a trois"

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.

I'm a winner, i'm a loner.

My records sell, yes sir

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Like a baby without a diaper

When it comes to spitting that fire

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

Huh, i can't interpret her

You're a pussy not a cat

When love comes callin', don’t love back

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Read a fuckin dictionary, menage a trois with lucy and mary,

I'm a pro your a minor,

That i will leave earth with her